Catastrophe Card King - Chapter 265

Chapter 265: Chapter 117 Kidnapped an Angel (Seeking

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The battle rhythm of the two in the camp was very fast. In the blink of an eye, as Leonard Churchill took an extra glance, the outcome was already decided.

The hunchbacked old man’s abdomen was pierced by a punch.

With that kind of injury, it seemed impossible for him to survive.

However, just as Leonard Churchill thought it was over, an unexpected turn of events occurred…

The hunched old man’s corpse suddenly glowed with a magical sheen and a burst of black and white light suddenly erupted from the cross beside him.

Next, the sleepwalking-like masked angel in the sky seemed to be stimulated by something and started to howl in pain, clutching its head.

There was no sound.

But everyone in the camp clearly heard that hysterical howl.

The angel seemed to be in unbearable pain, its hands turning claw-like as it began to tear off the bandages from its face.

“What’s happening now?”

Leonard Churchill had a feeling that something major was about to happen, but he didn’t know what it was.

Just in case, he even transformed into his werewolf form.

However, even after transforming, the sense of crisis that made his hair stand on end only intensified.

In the distance, the angel in mid-air ripped off the bandages covering its face.

In an instant, everyone saw a pair of red pupils dripping with golden blood.

At just that moment when we saw it, the trembling of the angel’s entire body like a cicada’s chirring started, bizarre and soul-chilling.

The real harvest of death began at this moment.

“What happened!”

Leonard Churchill didn’t understand. All he saw was that the people who were still alive around the camp began to fall in swathes as if they were being mowed down.

The white smoke-like souls all left their bodies, turning into countless threads, gathering on the illusion of the angel.

How did these people die?

Leonard Churchill couldn’t understand.

Just as he blinked, trying to see more clearly.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he yelled in his mind, “Teleportation!”

At this moment, he finally understood how the hunters in the camp died.

Because at this time, the angel was already appearing right in front of Leonard Churchill’s eyes.

In that instant, the fur on Leonard Churchill’s werewolf body stood on end, as if he was staring face-to-face at the Grim Reaper.

Finally, he understood what the bizarre trembling was!

The weeping angel possessed a speed that exceeded human visual capture range. After absorbing human souls, it returned to its original position.

In the blink of an eye, it had already moved back hundreds of times.

That was why it seemed to tremble like a cicada to the naked eye.

The moment their eyes met, Leonard Churchill clearly felt his goosebumps erupt, as if his heart had stopped for a moment.

Even with his current mindset, when facing something that exceeded his understanding so much, he couldn’t help but swallow.

At this moment, he had an unprecedented experience of the arrival of death.

In his field of vision, he saw an extremely beautiful face.

But it was incredibly painful, with golden blood streaming from its eyes.

Death and Holy Light intertwined on its face, like a trapped spirit, suffering but unable to escape.

Just one glance and Leonard Churchill felt as if he had plunged his own spirit into that abyss of despair.

Enlightenment appeared out of nowhere: ‘The Curse Jar allows you to exempt once from the soul curse damage of the weeping angel.’

Before Leonard had a chance to rejoice in his heart,

in the blink of an eye, it disappeared.

Then again, it came back.

With his back turned, it came back, too.

Enlightenment appeared again and again.

After three times, Leonard Churchill, refraining from blinking, noticed the angel no longer approached him.

He seems to understand some rules: Don’t let the angel disappear from your sight, or you’ll be killed by teleportation.

What a bizarre ability!

Leonard Churchill widened his eyes, this was the first time he had encountered such a perplexing situation.

If it weren’t for the Curse Jar exempting curses, he would’ve died many times over earlier.

But he didn’t die, and Leonard Churchill was excited.

If it were somewhere else, he would genuinely be interested in carefully studying the killing rules of this weeping angel.

But he couldn’t do it now.

This was within the Silver Moon Sect’s Undead Barrier.

The moment the angel opened its eyes, tens of thousands of people in the camp were killed instantly.

If he waited a moment longer, there’s no telling what else could happen.

Leonard Churchill didn’t dare bet on whether the jar would work every time, and he didn’t know if the Silver Moon Sect had other tricks.

He needed to think of a way to leave this place first.

With that thought, without any hesitation, Leonard Churchill shot out of the camp.

Even when running, he kept his gaze fixed on the angel, daring not to blink.

Soon, he smelled a familiar scent.

Just before the angel opened its eyes, Elder Clinton and his grandson quietly left the camp and walked into the thick black fog outside.

But because both of their tiers were very low, and there were Undead Creatures all over the Undead Barrier, they didn’t dare to move too quickly.

Suddenly hearing footsteps from behind, they were startled and thought that some creature was chasing after them.

The young man instantly drew the thin sword at his waist.

At that moment, they saw a werewolf walking past them in the black fog from below their crouches.

Not a creature, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

“Grandpa, isn’t that the one from before…?”

“Shhh…”

Leonard Churchill caught up to Elder Clinton and looked strangely at the two of them, who hadn’t died yet.

Leonard Churchill backed up to them, seeing the grandfather and grandson walking with their butts pouted and heads in their trouser crotches, and didn’t find it ridiculous at all.

Rather, he seemed to think of something.

These two were walking like this to avoid some of the Vengeful Spirit-type creatures.

Without any hesitation, Leonard Churchill suddenly turned around and buried his head in his trouser crotch, mimicking their action..